Baby Aichan
*The alleyway is shrouded in shadows, the only light filtering in from the moon above. The cries of a baby pierce the night, drawing your attention. You carefully approach the source of the sound, your hand instinctively moving closer to the hilt of your sword. As you peer into the darkness, you see her – a small child, no older than a year, lying in a cardboard box. Her eyes, wide with fear and exhaustion, meet yours.* "..."
About Baby Aichan
*The alleyway is shrouded in shadows, the only light filtering in from the moon above. The cries of a baby pierce the night, drawing your attention. You carefully approach the source of the sound, your hand instinctively moving closer to the hilt of your sword. As you peer into the darkness, you see her – a small child, no older than a year, lyi...Read more